you needed me beneath your baobab tree
fruit left us muted marbles rolled picaresque
through varying estates of decay
with the dawn you extricated
and as the sun you replicated
abruptly sweat shimmered
to cover your soured silk skin
turned to stone
I collapsed
smiling smoke as you died again
Goddess of this Deus ex Machina
relentlessly relieving me of anything I need to be
beneath milkshake shades of pastel plasma sky
we died
smiled together
watched eternity pass us by

three drops of heaven into weakened eyes
levitating now a vulture in the sky
murals of demure travertine thighs
spreading like scissors unveiling a bride
glowing green phosphorous hunger
bones rattled empty consumed by age
one eye is swooning and the other is set
ana crystalline Goddess lamented in red
skinless throne on glossed marble shards
blood that eludes her makes for the whitest macabre
vulture perching high on a skeletal frame
eyes lit with desire burning and depraved
cloth less a statue walks pale as death
black eyes a void present as the blackest breath
globes of carrion eyes shudder with lust
claws tap like lightning
towards delicate pearl legs
fog light greenhouse of dead human dolls
she plays them like puppets in clusters of storm clouds
laughs as my vulture ascends to his place
smiles as she caressed him and he pants as her slave
dances with the corpses as my madness descends
will kiss with the languorous feel of the dead
shivers descend
down  feathered carrion spines
calmed preternatural
leather nails unholy white lines
black lips press to a mewling bald head
sleep cuts the sound and lacerates the strings
falls into the earth the grave worms begin

her dark aspect speaks lifting auras
lighting candles
speaking soft and frail
convoluted distorted messages
leaked  like viscous heaven from dead eyes
when the opiates subside
she rides
monochrome + ****** up
like the march of a thousand upstart flies
into patches where she leaves
symbols inthe passing night
hearts so harlequin
they moan with lust
when strangers shadow by
never really caring
never understanding
that it is that golden crown
that twists her red dress
into deeper sadness
I am enthralled by the storys that you tell,
just as I am in love with the shape of your smile
does he speak to you the way that I do
does he think the way that you and I do
i dont care if im absolved do you
i dont care that it went this far do you
red aspect speaks
repeating in my dreams
this is what I truly want

you charmed the life out of me
like an umbilical beast
i was sleeping then you woke me
with the hell of green new spring
weary tones your voice alone
wandered room to room
filled with cigarette smoke
no new ways that arise
no more delicate smiles
just ice jagged pale chest
rising like an uninvited guest,
from a frozen hall long + dead +
repressed + tightening a noose around my neck
please excuse this mess
gargantuan willows enrage the yard
ivy fingers ice-picking
sobbing graves below
flowers all groan, beneath the weight of new snow,
so they begin frantic
to acclimate and grow,
veining like the frothing blood,
cob-webbing the dining room floor
with a fist of bones,
gods hand reached in through the snow
closed the door
we don’t hear from him
not anymore

u would give anything to feel alive
the day after you died
I saw your face in a cloud in the sky

incurable insecurity there is no remedy
im just trying to say its fine and blood
read between the lines
fill this flask with forever + gold + past
drink It all up
until all I see is her grave
the only thing
between me and this red knife she walks on
and dissipates from
in a home that never held its weight
darling the wzy ur crawlingis so charming
wicked as a crow
and just so you know
when greensmoke glows
it tastes like the death
of unspoken words
and unwritten earth
every time you ride my eyes
on your pale horse thru that empty doorway